I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead Vol 1 Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The trade city, Spiril is noisy from the top til the boot.

They were carelessly flying and rolling about in the city.

Although there were rumours about dwarves living at the back alleys of the city recently, sorry but that is probably just the dolls that I made.

Thinking for when I’d have to leave the mansions, I asked a gruop of dolls to go to some places in the cities and secretly live there. The trade city Spiril is also one of those cities.

Its just-
That it has become something strange for this city.

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Father had an errand to run so he went on his own way.

I guided the Rozerem duke and Els casually around the packed street stalls.

The fruit on skewers may make it easier to eat while walking but it makes you worried whether they are making any profit through it at all.

Although its a little unexpected behaviour from a noble but its better to eat it in one bite.
The sweet juice from that orange-orange fruit, I won’t let even a drop spill out.

Ah, this is fun, really fun.
…..tte- eh?

Certainly, it was supposed to be here but-

[Whats wrong, Alty?]

[Wait a moment, Els. I can’t find my favorite store.]

Strange.

The shopkeeper there was like a stubbly-bearded hermit*, so he stands out in the crowd with just that alone.
Also if he changed places, then I would find it immediately though…

It was when I was looking around restlessly-

(Ojou-sama, you have become even more beautiful than before. With my poor vocabulary, I’d say you are like the white agate polished by the ever-lasting snow.)

Words that were floating from someones mouth was delivered to my head.

In the foot among the crowd of people hustling and bustling about, I found a doll with an affectation face standing behind a brick-like building.

With black suit and Borsalino hat*, like the Italian mafia.

Or should I say,

The dolls that was send to the trade town of Spiril have, far from blending in the society here, firmly bitten inside the dark community of the town.

The humans call them the Rutia family.

With “24 faceless executives”( actually they are dolls), at the top, one of the major forces that reigns in Spiril *dark community.

Somehow it became like this.

Mafia themed Otome-game, I wonder if I was wrong to make a doll like the character model.

(Do you need something, Kajero?)

(Excuse me as you seem to be having fun. But there is something that you might want to hear about as soon as possible.)

Kajero is the one who function as the main brain in the Spiril group. Honestly, my brain isn’t even close as clever as him.

(There are three things. First is that the fruits shop you are looking for had collapsed last month.)

(…..no way.)

I can’t believe it.
I don’t want to believe it.

Its like the fun in coming to Spiril is cut by half.

(The owner has fallen ill. However, please stop your worry. The store has already been taken over by our family.)

(Then you mean a doll is acting as the saler?)

If it was that then its quite cute though.

(No. We dolls will never show ourself. As the same in the past, we are using normal human agencies.)

Well, thats a little disappointing.

(Sorry to not live up to your expectations. We will accept any punishment, whenever.
Next is a gratifying story, we the Rutia family is finally able to obtain a seat in the council of this city.)

The trade town of Spiril is inside the Wisp territory. However, it has become something of an independent city. It is ruled by dozens of council members.

(The mason guild and the inn union is already affiliated. It is not wrong to say that one fourth of the streets here belongs to us.)

That is rather amazing, ehh- wait a sec.
Me as the lords daughter having such influence, isn’t it a case of self-empowering?

(What are you talking about? I am just boasting about the power of the Rutia family. Ojou-san isn’t a member or even the lord of the family. Us having obtain such power has nothing to do with you.
….well, the main members might be overly ‘friendly’ with Ojou-sam though.)

Kajero said so with a voice that was vicious enough to make any swindlers run away barefoot.

When they were in the mansion, they were good children….not anymore.
They were shceming for power from the beginning, even more evil than the devil in the stories.

(That aside, Ojou-sama. Did you hear about the things tonight from the Wisp duke?)

Why would my father’s name come up here?

( ‘The Borrowed Water Stage Inn’ is where influential people including the council are supposed to gather.) (TL: OMG, the name here is 波止場の借宿. I have no idea what this name is so I just translated it word by word.)

Wait, wait a minute.
Thats the inn that we are staying at.

(It seems to be a party to celebrate the dukes daughter, your birthday. Of course, our family will also show our appearance there. Or I wanted to say but as we members are all non-speaking dolls. Aah, but do not worry. Even if it was known that the”faceless executives” were dolls, they will not be informed that the creator is Ojou-sama. As for me, let me view it by pretending to be a soul-less doll near you Ojou-sama. Kuku- it sounds amusing, yep, amusing.)

By the way, Kajero has a pretty hard to understand personality, so lets just follow him afterall.

The sense of that remark just now is something like ‘ I’m worried about you I’ll stay near you all throughout the party.’

He has the pretending-to-be-a-vilian bad hobby but inside he is the same good boy as the other dolls.

Chapter end